Thursday, March 13, 2008

Detroit Detroit - stuck here till 1 am.

Papa Hobo
by Paul Simon

Its carbon and monoxide
The ole detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways
In the morning
And it lays you down by noon
Oh papa hobo
You can see that Im dressed like a schoolboy
But I feel like a clown
Its a natural reaction I learned
In this basketball town

Sweep up
I been sweeping up the tips Ive made
Im living on gatorade
Planning my getaway
Detroit, detroit
Got a hell of a hockey team
Got a left-handed way
Of making a man sign up on that
Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, papa papa hobo
Could you slip me a rid
Well, its just after breakfast
Im in the road
And the weatherman lied,
Oo-------, ah-----, oo-------


Stephanie said...

I hope you arrived in one piece!

eloise said...

Made it! Got to the hotel at 3 am.